ScarlettZhen

ScarlettZhen

Bonjour, je suis Scarlett, une fille colombienne, j'ai actuellement 20 ans, mon anniversaire est le 25 juin, de profession je suis styliste professionnelle et j'adore ma carrière car j'aime que les autres filles comme moi soient belles et adorables, je considère moi-même une personne extravertie et trop I'm a professional stylist by profession and I love my career because I like that other girls like me are beautiful and adorable, I consider myself an extravertie and too much I like to watch movies, read love and passion stories..

I am too genuine, whenever you want you can find me here and I will always have time to talk to you, chat and have an erotic encounter, I am a very sexy, sensual, hot and overly passionate girl, I enjoy the pleasure and love they give me, I like it to satisfy their fantasies, that they masturbate for me, that they get wet, feel desire and moan with the pleasure of seeing me.

I love doing stripteases, giving me gifts and caressing my breasts, it makes me feel too sexy! I love the family party and my birthday party with the big party. My favorite ice cream is vanilla, red fruits and rum with raisins..

I am a very choyée person, that's why I like to be treated like a princess and feel very loved, I like animals, in fact I have a pet company who's called Zeus, I like places that have nature, that generate peace, tranquility, mon préféré la couleur est noire

I really love my body, I like to exercise, in fact I go to the gym every day, I take care of my figure, but every once in a while I break my diet and indulge in fast food, I like to shop at the mall, buy makeup, nail polish, sportswear to go to the gym, I want to know too many countries in the world, I like to travel, to get to know different people and cultures, I am a lover of photographs, I love them because they remain only good memories! I would like to speak different languages fluently, I am a Chinese person who likes to learn and let myself be taught, my favorite food is seafood, Italian food, food from different cultures, it's delicious!

I am a lover of love, happiness and good energy for my life, I love to convey happiness, joy and a lot of love I am very noble and I look forward to eating the world until I achieve my goals, every day I try to be better, I work hard for what I want to achieve, always having a good attitude, with God's help and my efforts will bear fruit to live as I deserve, I love the radiance of my face, my eyelashes, my eyes and their unique brilliance. I'm very sensual and coquine, I'm a hot girl who loves good sex, good love, I like to moan, I like to moul and be very excited, I like to give myself and be fessed.. Sometimes I like to be dominant in bed, I like to dance and move my pretty hips, I'm very good at twerk, striptease, sexy and sensual dancing, I like to arouse the desire for myself.. I like that you see me like your bitch, like your devil in bed, I can really be all for you, I like to play with my mouth and take you to heaven, that you cry my name with pleasure, I can be your drug from which you can not get out.

I also want to tell you that the weekend I went to the beauty salon and I changed my look, I dyed my hair and I feel that I'm too beautiful, I hope that it will please you
A mystery burns in your eyes, virge elusive and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love, the never-ending fire of your black ally. With me your anger until my body makes of the man my body and the sand remains in my sandal. Are you thirsty or l'eau sur mon chemin? Dis-moi, virge insupportable and companion.
If you love me, love me in the grave, not in the dark or in the light. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and white, and blonde. , and brune. Love me by day, love me by night. And the dawn at the open window. If you love me, do not lower me, love me with all your heart. Or he doesn't love me at all.

It is not souvenirs, it is not presages: only present, chant. I'm not going to say anything. It is not the hands, not the lips: just two bodies, far away, apart. Neither light nor darkness, eyes nor sight, vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, finally, neither joy, nor pain, nor heaven nor earth, nor above, nor below, nor life nor death, nothing but love, nothing but love.

I offer thee among the grapes, the green bouquets and the roses, my naïve heart that humbles itself before thy goodness; let not thy loving hands tear it, thy eyes rejoice in my simple gift.. In the shaded garden, my body is tired, the morning auras covered with rose;. When in my temples the divine tempest is calmed, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding-day, my sleepy front, to the rhythm of your last kisses..

Old age does not frighten her, her sensuality is coruscante, and her young and determined spirit encourages her to romance, under the faint moonlight their eyes scrutinize each other: the attraction is reciprocal! he is galant and expresses his desire his desire for another encounter, sexual attraction stirs the flame, his soul expires there *? there's no love, is it? but thanks to this experience, she looks at her image in the crystal and it returns a smile, mischievous

What's up? You are my land. My people? Mon peuple, this is you. Le bannissement et la mort pour moi sont là where vous n'êtes pas there. The banishment and death for me are where you are not. And my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if it's not you?

Loving is that shy silence near you, without you knowing it, and remembering your voice when you leave and feeling the warmth of your salvation. To love is to wait for you as if you were part of the sunset, neither before nor after, so that we can be alone between games and stories on the dry land. I don't want to die without hearing your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you're different, lost on other shores. I don't want to die with this inconsolability by the infinite arch of this sad dome where your dreams dwell in the noon sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me.

When you come to love, if you have not loved, you will know that in this world it is the greatest and deepest of pains to be both happy and unhappy. Corollaire: love is an abyss of shadow and light, of poetry and prose, of light and shadow, of poetry and prose, and where one does the most dear thing that is to laugh and cry at the same time. The worst, the most terrible is that it's impossible to live without him. Au cœur de la mine la plus secrète, A l'intérieur du fruit le plus lointain, Dans la vibration de la note la plus discrète, Dans la conque spiralée et résonnante, Dans la couche de peinture la plus dense, Dans la veine qui, dans le corps, nous sonde le plus, Dans le mot qui parle le plus doucement, Dans la racine qui descend le plus, qui se cache le plus, Dans le silence le plus profond de cette pause, où la vie est devenue éternité, Je cherche ta main et je déchiffre la cause De vouloir et de ne pas croire, de la fin, de l'intimité.

I thought of you, in your hair that the world of the shadow would send, and I've got a point of my life and I've wanted to dream that you were to me. I walk on the earth with high eyes, oh, my empressment, at such a height, that in a rage of rage or a miserable redness, the human creature lights them up.. Vivre: -This miserable search, this good farouche, and all l'être dans mon âme se reflète, Et cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi.. I've been searching for days and nights to find you without finding the place where you sing You're lost in tears, night after night, I've been looking for you without finding the place where you cry. I think I know you're crying I just need to look in the mirror to know you're crying and you've cried for me You are the only one to save the tears and a shadow beggar You make him crowned king of your hand.

We're so naked until we lose our sex under the bed, we got so naked that flies swore we were dead. I undressed you inside, I undressed you so deep that my orgasm went astray. We undressed each other so much that we felt burned, that a hundred times the lava came back to hide us Two bodies facing each other are sometimes two waves and the night is ocean. Two bodies face to face are sometimes two stones and the night is deserted. Two bodies face to face are sometimes roots in the night.. Two bodies face to face are sometimes knives and the light of night.. Two bodies face to face are two shooting stars in a blank sky.

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me.. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like you were a stranger and I make you a cour chérémonieuse et chaleureuse.. Je pense que je suis ton mari et que tu me trompes avec moi I thought that I was your husband and that you were cheating on me. And as we love each other, we laugh together, and we find ourselves alone in forbidden love. (After, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I've got the chills). What a touch of laughter in your eyes, lighter than the effarouché pigeons on the water's edge! The water! How fast did you make contact with my eyes? Who are you? What does it matter? Despé toi il et a dans tes yeux a word short a word enigmatique. I don't want to know him.. I like it when you look at me through, hidden, frightened. Looking at me from across the street, hiding, scared.. Ainsi je peux penser que tu étais quelque chose, de moi ou de toi, de rien, of those temptations which they say haunt the femme mariée. The married woman.

The femme qui a de beaux pieds ne peut jamais être laide the beauty tends to rise in her beauty by her callets et ses cuisses s'attarder dans le pubis qui a toujours été au-delà de tout canon entourant I name her comme one of those bells which, if on la presse, joue pour elisa pour réclamer les tétons Lubricated in attente pour entrouvrir les lèvres sans prononcer la salive et se laisser aimer par les yeux du miroir the femme qui a de beaux pieds sait se promener dans la tristesse The woman who has beautiful feet knows how to walk in sadness. You don't know at what point I need your voice; I need your look from these words that have always filled me, I need your inner peace; I need the light of your lips! I'm not! I can 't anymore... keep it up!. I.. I can't think of anything but you.. I need the flower of your hands the patience of all your acts of this justice that you inspire me because what has always been my spine my source of life is with the force of l'oubli.. I burned it; what I needed, I found it already, but when? I'm not! I miss you encore! I'm not!

There are eyes that look, - there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, - there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh, - pleasant laughter, there are eyes that cry, - with tears of sorrow, some inside, others outside.. They are like the flowers that the earth makes to grow. But your green eyes, my eternal Teresa, those who make your hand of grass, they look at me, they dream of me, they call me, they wait for me, they mock me laughing, pleasant laughter, they cry to me in tears of grief, of the earth within, of the earth. the outer earth. In your eyes I was born, your eyes believe me, I see in your eyes - the sun of my sphere, in your eyes I die, - my house and my sidewalk, your eyes my tomb, your eyes my earth. Teach me, make me live like one who lights a fire..
My heart was stolen from me; and Love, seeing my anger, said to me: "Let yourself be carried away by the most beautiful eyes I have seen since I am alive. Supernatural graces keep you in prison. And if Love is right, Lady, by the signs, you have my heart. My love is in light clothing Among the apple trees, Where the lively breezes long the most To run in company. There, where the jovial breezes linger to court At the first leaves that pass, My love goes slowly, leaning Toward its shadow that extends on the grass. And where the sky is a clear blue cup Above the laughing earth, My love walks slowly, lifting His robe with a graceful hand. One day I heard a song that made me think of you. I didn't realize it right away, but it was the beginning of countless smiles, sighs and thoughts dedicated from my heart to yours..

To make you smile, I will never stop giving you the best of myself. You are the greatest source of inspiration to live each of my days with intensity and to discover my enormous capacity to love. I don't know much about poetry, but I know that your name and mine are the most beautiful combination of words in all the languages of the world. You and I are a poem. Every time you look at me, time freezes so I can pull you into my heart. Every time you kiss me, time melts, covering me with love. Every time you smile at me, time turns into droplets that water my hope until it blooms.

I imagine you want to touch my lips slowly and come to my mouth. I imagine what you want and what makes you wet. Now, you imagine. Imagine that you make me wet and cum. Imagine what you make me feel in my body, in the cave hut where I'm serving my punishment.

You: chills; you, climbing my back with your fingers; you, climbing the pores of my being the pores of my being. and those of my skin too. You: accident; your hands touching my knees; your lips, hitting each of my curves. Your tongue in the darkness of my body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the depths of my heart. My heart. You: thawing; your teeth on my neck biting a kiss; you, making my breasts and my chest yours: stimulating my breath. Your breathing tone that mists every mile of my body. You know my shortcuts my shortcuts. but you've always been the one who chose the longest way; to make me wait, to make me wait, to make my body convulse by kissing me from the end to the beginning of my legs. Enfin: Your fingers in my vagina making me believe that I'm responsible for global warming. Global warming. You: the fire; I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet. I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet. I never thought I'd be so wet.. I never thought I'd feel so much like burning.

Far from satisfying my desires, you alienate me in madness, it is torture that astonishes me, it is hunger that devours me, cell where I find your smile, nostalgic shadow hunter, you flee when you approach, you approach when you are enraged, and in my ghostly kisses of rose you take shelter, you light up alone, and you steal my bones from an old bear in heat, an embrace and a defeat, The alms of hollow kisses, the racing heartbeats, the dream of the dream that comes quickly comes to implore me that I melt in your naughty mouth, to cross you in this hour when you are my prey and I am your carnivorous presence, your voracious predatory goddess.

Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my chamber... ♪ You're in my bed ♪. Let me quench these desires in your body, I want to be enchanted by your nakedness; drink from your fountain.. eat at your table. I want my hands to run on every part of your skin, I want my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that dwells in you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one who brings you pleasure, I want to be the one who makes you sigh.. I want to be the one who satisfies your desire for a woman.

Tonight, I left the window open to let my thoughts fly And I drew suns in the night sky To light your way when you come. I've woven the trembling in your flowers and in your veins, I've stripped you of the time of rupture, I've drunk with lightness the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I was captain. I murmured of ardeurs and of veilles, I was sentinel, at the blessed hour my name was a talisman, pauvre proie de ta bouche si affamée, gage sincère de ce sombre gardien. I painted your lips, your hives, your coins with colours, perfumed with the white orange blossom, I built promises with the flashes of the storm and your body, like the wind, I let myself be carried away..
I want to be the reason for your smile, the refuge in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the awakening of your fantasies. I want to be your secret admirer, the one who, in the heat of the day, just looks at you and who, at night, satisfies your fantasies. I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your passionate desires, to the moisture of your skin.. I want to be, your placid fatigue, the one who awakens your desires and wet your desires, the stealthy lover.. your faithful companion.

you want to. I envy the hands that caress your body because they can climb along your shoulders and neck with divine caresses and tangle in your hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the voluptuousness of your breasts Because they can descend along your perfect belly and reach the corner of the exquisite truth and bring you the glory of infinite pleasure. Because I know in advance the distance that separates you from me, I can't help myself.. to envy these hands!

Undress me, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, to drink on your thighs a breath of life and wet everything, and wet everything. You seduce me, you take me away in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I plunge my lightning like a Zeus of lasciviousness, like a faceless god, looking for your shelter, to kiss your lips and wet everything, and wet everything. Take advantage of me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma flows, breaks and I spring and I come out, I flood you and I fill your garden, your labyrinth, where I lose myself and hide myself to ignite you and wet everything, and wet everything.

I'll take it, first a foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, your works, the port of paradise, I moisten it.. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. Mes mains montent tandis que ma bouche descend, you bite your lips, I feel that you love ça et j'ai envie d'arrêter. Your skin is soft like a satin cloth, I feel the touch of your fingers, I carry them to your mouth, I moult them and they enter to give you pleasure, doucement, lentement, then I increase the speed. I stop and I kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I penetrate you again, I feel your nails on my back, I hear your groans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I envy you more and more.. I want to finish, let's do it together.. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more paradise as it rained on top..

Thinking of you.. Skin to skin. I breathe the smell of your body and I feel your hands that caress me. I feel them running on me, hot to the touch. Our lips meet.. You're eating.. You play.. in the tongues.. All of them... My hands are searching for your breasts that are sinking in my chest.. My fingers are enjoued on your nipples, and the gems of your lips are springing forth... You're laying me down and I feel your wet sex swallow my bite. Your moves with your movements are sweet and your breasts demand my kisses. I devour them while your pelvis accelerates their movement. I feel your sex contract. It is gémissements montent. I feel you joir et jaillir, I deverse myself, making silence my groans in joignant thy lips to mine.

With my texts, I fornicate your mind as my body would. You read me, you think of me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running over you, filling your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices you exude imagining that it is I who owns you. And you offer me to me, and in your spirit I possess you. With these letters alone, I make you mine as I desire it so much.

I looked at your hands and made up stories of voltiges on my breasts, the softest touches between my thighs. Instantly petals and feathers came in an unexpected rain to wet my senses. That's how I learned to be eternally thirsty for honeycombs, while I looked at your hands. Angry my desire tangled between your fingers as a warm sea bathed me in a windless dawn.

If your flesh in my hands is resurrected, if your voice is so liquid in my mouth and I drink you inviting you to ecstasy so that you foam in my rock. If my tongue draws, traces and screams on your skin a sea of thirst that invokes a bird's insanity that chirping and takes its flight and its gift when it touches you. No, there will be no mercy in this war because there is no resurrection without our "little death" that gives us life, and I would like to be your land first your banner, your sign and your obsession and love you without reason and without measure.

I feel you, skin to skin, sharing aromas that awaken desire. My lips run down your back. My body lights up.. I want your body. My fingers caress the hard pearls that crown your breasts. You feel my erection against your butt, your hands take hold of it.. You're caressing her.. you masturbate her while my mouth moans with pleasure at the touch of your fingers.. You lay me down and your hand guides me inside your thighs.. The gentle swing of your hips soaks my sex while my lips devour your breasts. You put your breasts against my chest, your sex swallows my cock, you feel me on the edge.. You're having fun... You are flooded with desire.

Little by little between waking and sleeping, I try not to think about my desire and my misery but the touch of your hand on my skin falls, falls into a duel that I do not want to think about but my soul seeks you, my thoughts consume me, how to touch you again? My skin is excited and my throat is nervous, I remember that beginning when I felt you were for me for a second I curse this moment because I want it to last forever. I curse this moment because I want it to be a story and not just a fragment, I curse this moment because since it happened, I'm not comfortable And I think of you as fast and constantly as breathing, I almost remember your smell, not to mention the fact that I can smell your hair in the breeze, so I decide to imagine you, I decide to feel your eyes in my eyes Your mouth unable to escape mine Your breath shaking because, like me, you cursed that day. Maybe it's all in my imagination, maybe it's just in my head, my self and the burning and virulent desire, maybe this story can only be told in my dreams, but you're there, in my subconscious, I can slowly undress, I can take your hands and bring them to my hips, I can give free rein to this fantasy, I can put wickedness and sweetness on my side, here there is no harm in me touching you, that I can feel your breath with irresistible desire, That I can dominate you and take you to the bottom, that I can seduce you and bite you until you forget your name, that you're my audience and I'm your show, I'll leave you speechless 'cause you'll only want to have me, I want to explode t

I want to ride your body and merge into your silhouette. I want to ride it at a slow pace that only your soul can feel me. Breathing the rich aroma of your skin that shivers with a tender caress of my blessed hand. Sailing to your belly by the fleshly fluids, which, like hot springs, wait with insane impatience to be captured.. by a kiss from my mouth. I'll tear a groan, a sigh, a breath and softly in your ear.. To tell you how much I love you.

Your ardent gaze, your feline gait, your hands like warm roses, your heart of night and summer, comes out of its retreat, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be the fertile land of spring and the destiny of my ships without name, obscure sailboats that rise gently and slowly through the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant niches with my greenhouses wrapped in sweet clusters to approach and make mine your murderers to be with you nails and flesh in this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of chichis and wet births, of soft arms and hugs in the precipice, which sink and bury passionately the roots in the fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

You emerge from the telluric moment when, like the wind in the roots you emote me, you shake me, you bless me, you choose me in your idyllic torment. And I don't wait for any sign, I present my simple credentials, without nuances and I indulge in your games of slipping To be your whole or your fragment. I tremble and my voice breaks in disorder when you burn softly on my knees, you kill me with desire, kiss after kiss, and I who am only a human, in every kiss, in every desire, in every fury, in every embrace I become god, my goddess, I confess it.

Bite me sweet for your mouth I want to be sugar cotton candy. Take me on your lips, press your teeth, make me melt on your tongue and mix with your saliva because I want to sweeten every taste bud. Taste my sweetness and eagerly you eat me, consume me, devour me, as if I were the forbidden fruit, the apple of sin. And finally drink my sweetness in small sips like fresh water the fresh water of summer and let me flow between your breasts until I soak you all. Soak up me without fearing anything, I want to be the brandy of your poetry, for your bitter mouth a tasty ambrosia.